The one that he has incised on his grave is one called “Calligramme.. renversée“. (Mon coeur pareil à une flamme renversée)…(“The heart upside-down”)

Here’s (the famous one) “Rain”… …. Here’s “Rain”. You have it in your books, but I don’t think you have the translation – “It’s raining women’s voices as if they were dead even in my memory” – That’s one line going down. “It’s raining you to marvelous encounters of my life. Oh droplets./ And those clouds rear and begin to whinny. Universe of auricular cities…” [sound cities – auricular – A-U-R-I-C-U-L-A-R…]Student: (Spoken into the ear..)

AG: Yeah, sound cities – “Listen to it rain while regret and disdain weep an ancient music./ Listen to the fetters falling that bind you high and low” – So “Il Pleut”.